Alright guys, I know I've been out for a while. Oh, ok, fine, months! But there's a good reason for that- I'm convinced I'm a terrible writer. Also I'mgoing to have a ton of math homework because I'm two years ahead of my age. Anyway, I'll try to make up for that in this chapter.
Percy Jackson, Guardian of Tartarus Chapter 2
Percy's POV
We knew we had no chance against an army of that size, so our only choice was to try and trap small groups of their soldiers and eliminate those, 10 at a time. However, we had only about 50 or 60 campers plus 25 Hunters, better than last time, but this time we couldn't count on gods to help us- except me. And I had only been a god for two years, meaning my powers were practically limited to pretty flashes and party tricks. I didn't like it, but we were going to lose campers and Hunters, no matter how good our tactics. We couldn't count on the gods because they were arguing about some petty thing. As if who Gaea liked best really mattered when Olympus was about to be torn down, but that was Zeus and Poseidon for you.
Annabeth's POV
I mean, we all knew Percy was a god and a great leader, but battle tactics was really for the Athena cabin. We decided that because the most devastating of Kronos' forces were stronger at night, we could count on his army sleeping during the day, when we could send small strike forces consisting of two archers with daggers just in case, and one normal warrior to cover them if worst came to worst and they had to retreat. Of course, monsters like drakons were fine in the day, so they'd have to be careful, and we'd post guards and lookouts. We'd have to be like the Maasai, ready to fight within seconds of waking. Of course, if that was the case, we'd have a long, drawn-out war, plus we'd be trapped with limited supplies. It might not have been ideal, but if we had an ideal world, I'd be running it. Oops, that's the hubris talking. No, hubris is not a drug, and if you joke about that, I'll rip your tongue out.
Percy's POV
Alright, so I'm a god and everything, but honestly, without Annabeth, I'd be leader of a mob. She spoke to the army, motivating them, encouraging them, writing speeches for me, big stuff like that. Personally, I have the motivating skills of a brick- brute force, and that's about it. The first big scare was two days after we had settled in for the war. I was sound asleep, dreaming of- well, that you don't need to know. Michael Yew was on lookout duty that night, and he again came through- a small regiment composed of dracaena led by Luke. Oh, I guess I should explain about that- Luke was reborn, because remember, he tried for the Isles of the Blest. Apparently, Kronos found him and restored him to his previous state, meaning a perfect host.
We had no choice, so there was only one option- CHARGE! Our archers covered us as we ran among the enemy, stabbing snakes left and right. I had a different goal in mind, however- Luke. I spied him immediately, but there were several snake-women in the way, so I dispatched them. I finally reached Luke, and with a touch of friendly banter- alright, murder threats, but its Kronos and the god designated to keep him in Tartarus! What would you expect, greeting cards and gift baskets? So after the pleasantries, sparks flew as swords clashed. It was a heated battle, but I was invincible and a god, and he was only invincible. Plus, I knew his weak spot, but he didn't really know mine. In the end, even though I had a clear advantage, we were forced to call it a draw, because he had run out of troops and my men were exhausted.
Kronos' POV
The insolent little godling and his army of runts! They won that skirmish only through sheer luck and that moronic fool Jackson! He would pay! But I needed more troops and more supplies, as well as time to re-adjust to this mortal's body again. However, this time the drakons would not have been defeated so easily, because this time, I had 3! Mwahahahaha! (Sorry about that, I couldn't resist) Anyway, the drakons were to be deployed at dawn, but the fools ruined my plan again! They had drugged the drakons' meal, meaning they couldn't be roused, and taking advantage of my anger, they knew I would destroy the drakons and their feeders. I had let my anger get loose, and they knew I would! I would have to up the security to weed out their spies and destroy them!
Percy's POV
Our plan to rid ourselves of the drakons had worked down to the tiniest detail, and we knew it when we heard screams and saw drakon-coloured smoke coming from their camp in Central Park. Tonight, we would send out a raiding party to steal their supplies and strengthen ourselves. For moral support, I would join in the party. It would be composed of 2 archers, a tracker to see where the guards' rounds were, and 4 strong warriors to steal the food. So that night, we had the perfect conditions- low moonlight, cloudy sky, and no rain that would make us leave tracks and rust our armour and ruin the archers' bows. It was, according to Annabeth, "idiot-proof". Unfortunately, I was one heck of a pro at screwing things up, and tonight, I would strike again.
The first part of the plan was perfectly executed. We slipped out of base at 11:30 and made our way to Central Park. We managed to make it to their unguarded area and into the storeroom. We were looting as much as we could stuff into our backpacks, and carrying as much as we could. We had almost made it out when my foot got caught on a pedestal that had held 3 jugs of nectar and 2 glass sculptures of Kronos. We had taken the nectar, but the statues made a crash worthy of Zeus' master bolt. From that point on, we hurried out as fast as our little legs could carry us and still keep our balance. We had almost made it out of range of arrows and magic when one of the soldiers was shot in the arm. Not deadly, but enough to make him drop his load and run to the hotel we had made our base, yelling for help. Another 3 steps and we were out of range. We were welcomed with open arms, but the healers snatched a bit of nectar and a few squares of ambrosia for the injured guy. However, now we had a bigger problem- Kronos' army knew we were raiding them, and where. That meant we'd have to find their blind spots all over again if we wanted to raid them again. That was three days worth of hard work, right there, all because of my foot.
Well? How do you guys like it? Sorry it took me so long to update, but, hey, I've had a ton of homework, and I'm in a lot of extracurricular activities along with my birthday on the 30th(yay :D) So... tell me how you like it and I'll start the next chap soon as i get the first critical review (I mean constructive, not mean)